Month: March 2008

Bear Stearns comment and the rest is all domestic

Yeah, I can just believe that the buyout will be the last we see of the troublesome financial problems in the US. Good riddance eh?  The movie business is doing great, or so I’ve heard.

I just cooked my second family meal and first family dinner at Geek House.  Lemon pepper halibut lightly anointed with butter, steamed broccoli and homemade medium cheddar sauce (with arrowroot, a new one on me), romaine salad with celery, carrot, mushrooms and tomatoes.  Home made chocolate muffins for dessert if anyone wants them.

Yeah, I think I’ll be eating better from now on.  Next up – lentil soup.  I’m going to mess with something daal like, and then to cross culture it up I’ll serve it with cilantro and full milk yogurt rolled in corn tortillas.  Or perhaps some serving method that doesn’t make so much mess.  I will think on it, but first, I suppose before I do anything like that I should consult with the Master of Geek House.  I am the not quite Dowager Duchess of Geek House. Hm.  That would make Keith the Cadet of Geek House?  I’ll just cut that line of enquiry short.
I am not packing everything from the old place.  I want to, but I’m glad of the opportunity to shift some hardened energy out of my life.  That’s what most of that stuff is, solidified energy.  I had such thoughts and then I watched Natalie Portman’s first professional movie and then the Luddite dropped by for a brief and bracing visit, so of course I’m more cheerful.

It was so good seeing Keith.  I feel quietly happy right now, listening to the rain.

Finally, some packing.

I’ve managed to do some packing and I’m very happy about that.  I also dejunked a whole bunch of clothes including and through out a lot of the standard issue kitchen debris, and Jeff brought a whole bunch more boxes, so the packing will continue apace.  I’m going to sleep in town tonight and take the bus in to work tomorrow morning…. Oooo which reminds me, I should take something out to thaw!

More later….

Okay NOW I’ll go get my bike

I was hoping to get a lift yesterday with a car/bike rack, but that didn’t work out, so now with any luck I’ll be able to pick up my bike today.  I have moved a couple more items to the house including the rest of my computer stuff. Jeff, Keith and I had a friendly evening (Keith hadn’t seen the director’s cut of Kingdom of Heaven).

The Luddite will be stopping by later at the old place – it’ll be weird not having a computer there, as we are used to entertaining ourselves by watching classic Britcom set pieces and Muppet outtakes.  Tomorrow, more packing – Jeff will come by to help.  What I really need is boxes…. lots of boxes. I still haven’t hired a mover so I suppose I should get going on that too.  Now to change my address on line…

FINALLY SOME CLOSURE

I have been waiting for months for ‘a conversation’ with somebody so I can get over a really interesting and intense part of my life.  I had that conversation last night, and I am so relieved, I can’t believe it.  I even predicted to someone in the phone conversation immediately prior that it would be happening soon – ha!  I should hire myself out as a sibyl. (Thanks Kopper…) 

Now I can pack! I had been resisting packing, and now I can pack.  And I’m picking my bike up tonight.  I’ve decided I’m riding it back to East Van, which may be six kinds o’ insanity with a side of fries, but I don’t care.

I went home sick with a migraine yesterday and I’m still feeling a little queasy and a little ‘odd’ – almost but not quite dissociative – but frankly the emotional lightness I feel right now is making up for all of it.

Grr

Tonight, a trip to the ‘investment counsellor’ followed by daughter Katie kicking me around my apartment and telling me to pack boxes – which I neglected to pick up from Jeff’s last night.  I feel totally useless and extremely sleepy.

Last night, Superbad.  Meh.  I just couldn’t channel my inner teenaged boy to enjoy this movie, although I have to admit the dialogue was great.  I just had forgotten how ******* horrible teenaged boys are…. this being an accurate rendition thereof.

I’m home,

but I’m not where my bed is.  I pulled out the guit and the mando tonight and HOLY CRAP is my bedroom LIVE when it doesn’t have any furniture in it.  It’s a little tiled cell in which the sound of my breathing echoes like there’s a Balrog stuck in the corner.  All I practiced was Spinal Clinic and one of the new ones (These Things Happen).  This after watching Robert Downey Jr (can he do a bad acting job? the man is incredible) in this movie.
I am a woman of noisy enthusiasms.  Jeff keeps scowling at me; if I laugh at something with my usual vigour  (read volume) whichever of the cats is cuddling with him messes off the couch with a disgusted air.   And hey, two new-to-me Robot Chicken episodes and the season finale of Atlantis (it being the first Stargate Atlantis I’ve ever seen).  I’ve heard his fame well sung, that Rodney guy from Stargate Atlantis…. Now’s the time to queue up some Lady Miss B.
Patricia let me cry on her today. Thank you Patricia.  I’m not very aesthetic at the best of times; snivelling over onion rings is an incorrect form.  It was a summer storm, I’m not upset anymore.  She wants to meet the Luddite.  Like Ambrose Bierce, I have my doubts that all my friends should be introduced to each other even if they all rock.

Lady Miss B’s instrument was plucked from its case whilst being inspected by TSA goons, who played it laughing and broke a string.  May they receive the blessings of heaven and it not enough to spare them the lashings of hell.